Strange weather this week. The days start off sunny then quickly cloud over. The heat stifling. Short violent storms arrive mid afternoon and then again before sunset. You broil one minute and get drenched in downpours the next.
On our morning walk we check the roses by the memorial . They don't seem to have suffered from the 60 mph gusts. The judges for the Beautiful Village competition are due here this afternoon. Judgment Day.
By the time the PONs have made it to the end of the ridge the clouds are building. Bob stops and watches the six donkeys who have wandered down towards the valley and the waterfall. Angus observes that both Scott Pruitt's names end in a double 't' which is highly alliterative and unusual. Bob doesn't really get the concept of having more than one name so our conversation is a short one. He does however know a dog called Elliott - a name which also ends in a double 't'.
En route to the bakers we come off the roundabout and are surprised to find an enormous truck hurtling towards us on our side of the road. A reminder that France is a 'latin' country when it comes to driving surprises. Angus wonders whether we should have a dashcam fitted.
In the car park a very shiny black Renault with '' Free like the Wind " appliqued to its side. Would anyone pay to have this charging wolf put on their car ? Presumably it's an option rather than standard. Bob is unimpressed. He christens the front tyres.
The bakers still stuck in a summer rut. There's been a problem with the icing for the eclairs. We see the French word 'Fraizy' ( strawberry tart ) for the first time.
On our way home we follow a builders van. It has long metal bars sticking a good six or seven feet out of the back door. They are so long that they flex up and down and at roundabouts, side to side. When they flex down the ends of the beams touch the road and generate a flash of sparks. There is no safety sign to tell you to stay well back. Less observant motorists might get a surprise if they follow on too closely.
All of this passes the PONs by. For them it's a day of standing on the stump seat, barking at passing pilgrims ( who don't seem in the slightest intimidated ) and waiting for the post lady. Another of those days when a lot happens in a village where nothing ever happens.
This is so Swedish . Go to the 38 second mark and look at the players dead pan facial expression as joy and happiness are discussed : https://www.aljazeera.com/news/2018/06/world-cup-2018-i-swedens-team-180623142921511.html
8 comments:
Cross fingers the judges have a good visit.
Bertie now wants a wolf on the side of our Ford Fiesta.
Gail says good riddance to Scott Pruitt.
Bonjour M'Ongoose. Did you know the Frasers derive their name from French ancestry and the "fraise". If you look at their coat of arms, the little white flower is the strawberry>
My OES is roasting hot, here in Scotland. Hope the PONs are cool.
Happy Friday
Your observations about local quirks are as keen as ever.
The metal rods are marked with a tiny bit of red. Anybody can see that, the driver probably said. And anybody with sense keeps a safe distance from contractors' vans because you never know what might fall out.
Hari OM
AS am about to take the M8 from East to West, I shall have to watch out for all the 'windsters' and vans with possible 'tails'!!! YAM xx
Yup Free Like the Wind is not for us either - we don't understand who would make such a purchase. A Fraizy looks tasty and would be our choice at the bakers - thank you very much.
Glad to hear that Mr Bob has some pilgrims to bark at.
Those cakes are an improvement on the cellophane wrapped ones in the supermarkets here.
Good luck in the beautiful villages competition today. Is it possible to show us a photograph of one of the Mayor's wife's "tasteful" vegetable displays, please? You've mentioned them often, but I don't believe we've ever actually seen one. Like Bob opening the automatic doors at Toulouse airport !
Wasn’t it last year some children rearranged the Mayor’s wife’s arrangements? Would love to see a vegetable root arrangement too, please.
Good thing the bakery is not being judged - the frosting on the eclairs does look a little watered down. But I suppose it should be all about taste.
Hope the contest went well, I was cheering your village on!
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